"Gold stars?" Eric smiles with genuine amusement, and of course there's more than a little fang on show. He thinks Faith looks very attractive with blood on her mouth, and that she'd probably make a good vampire... which of course is full of all sorts of irony.

"That hardly seems like an effective motivational tool." He reads magazines sometimes - they're full of bullshit modern buzzwords like that. He likes to toss them in from time to time. Particularly if he can make them somehow suggestive, as he's currently doing. Not-so-subtext: he can motivate her better than gold stars, and who gives a fuck what 'they' think, anyway. He lifts one of his large pale hands to brush the hair away from her neck, dipping his head to kiss her collarbone, as if to demonstrate.